'…what?'
One accident. stopped.
"Now… did you say I liked it?"
"Well, I can't do it…? Sorry, sorry. If you were uncomfortable because a dirty bitch said something like this… I won't say it again next time…"
Isabel, startled by my words, hesitated and trailed off.
Why is the reaction so extreme again?
"Well, here… would you at least touch my breasts…?"
Tok, tok, tossing urgently in an anxious tone.
My heart, freed from all restraints, was lifted freely.
Waves rippling and rippling on my pure white breasts. And a pink nipple rising at the center.
I was instinctively massaging Isabelle's breasts here and there.
Isabelle shrugged her shoulders and said with a blushing face.
"Well… It doesn't seem like you like it, but… Sigh, Aang."
After tickling her nipples, she said that, closed her eyes tightly, and stuck out her breasts.
A gesture as if it was okay to touch more.
I was barely able to regain my composure as he fawned over me, putting his hands behind his back as if he wasn't going to resist.
"…!"
I barely released my hand from the demonic magic pouch.
Then Isabel, who was shocked and embarrassed, gently pressed my hand upwards to her chest again, as if she was regretful.
-Water…
"Lord, master…? Is there anything you don't like…?"
I told her that I could freely touch her breasts, which I liked so much and had my eyes fixed on, but was she embarrassed by her reaction, which was completely different from her previous active attitude?
Isabel said, folding her delicate fern-like hand over the back of my hand.
"Je, do you hate me…? I can do better. Even if you hit me right now, I can serve you in a really good mood! Well, it might be a little awkward since it's my first time… but… "
Isabelle looked like she had confessed to a boy she liked in school, but was shocked by the negative response she received, rambling gibberish and on the verge of crying.
'…How did that kid who was said to be a magic genius end up in this situation?'
Although that point is a bit unsightly, it also stimulates sadism. I already have a wife named Amelia.
of course. It wasn't that I couldn't figure out why she was doing this to me.
There was no way I wouldn't know how hostages are treated in general.
I would be the only owner who would be this kind to a hostage who tried to kill me.
As she begged, he did not touch the magic circuit, which for a wizard is beyond his arms and legs and is close to his life, and furthermore, he offered her the rewards and punishments she so desperately wanted.
And see, the reward was something she wanted so badly.
Whatever the reason, you will have an almost blind feeling towards me.
So, Isabel, who was already having a hard time, became dependent on me, and it was highly likely that she was doing this because she was afraid that I might change.
But in any case, wasn't I the one who kidnapped Isabelle, imprisoned her here, semi-forcibly exposed her naked body, and molested her important parts?
She even told me to hand over the arcane magic to which the wizard had devoted her entire life, and in fact, I don't know why, but she happily accepted my request as if it were natural, with a face full of happiness.
Even though Isabelle was obedient on the outside, I thought she was blaming me on the inside…
It was completely the opposite.
This sudden change in attitude makes me think a little more.
"…Isabel,"
"Yes…?"
Isabelle is still waiting for me to speak, massaging her breasts with anxious eyes.
Her eyes, which seemed to be dripping with anxiety and affection, instantly turned to my hand, which was massaging her breast.
'…Are you saying you like me touching your breasts now? no way. no way.'
No matter how long it had been since they had met, there was no way Isabel would give her permission.
And since the breasts are usually close to the heart and magic circuits, I heard that wizards instinctively feel resistance when their breasts are massaged.
But…
"… You really think you like me?"
"Yes. I really, really love you so much."
"I am the one who kidnapped you?"
"… Still, I love you. Very, very much."
No matter how insensitive it may be, if you say it this way, you have no choice but to admit it.
It's not that I was forced to confess and say it as a punishment during my school days.
A confession that is sincerely overflowing with love and then drips, drips, drips.
At first, I thought it wasn't a celebrity's disease, but…
no. I actually can't believe it.
A hostage who falls in love with her kidnapper? And that in just a few weeks?
It's not even the title of the novel.
Isabelle, who was watching me wash my face repeatedly with a look in her eyes that seemed like she didn't understand, opened her mouth with eyes full of confidence.
"…Master."
"Uh, uh."
"I don't know what the owner thinks of me, but…"
Isabel wiggled her hands and pursed her lips, then continued speaking.
"I feel very fortunate that Yoosung took me. Sincerely."
"What?"
When the kidnapped person said that, I was so embarrassed that I was speechless.
However, Isabelle spoke her words clearly and confidently with unwavering eyes.
"I have lived like a tool that can be called upon and used at any time from outside."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not even a proper nobleman. My mother was the family maid. Even though he died because of me."
"Then you… ."
"Yes. Not only am I of noble birth, but I have also tainted the blood of that noble nobleman. Because I killed everything in sight. Even if I was there, I would have been destined to meet a miserable end."
"… "
"Master, you did not kidnap me. It was given mercifully. You saved me. From those damn bastards. And above all, my master… who truly 'needs' my magic… is my master, right? So I like it."
After keeping her mouth shut in shock for a moment, Isabel spoke with strength in her voice as if she was getting to the point.
"Master did not ridicule my magic or consider it unclean, but for the first time acknowledged my magic, including mine, as excellent. With a pure heart."
"Of course-…"
"No. Until then, I never thought my magic was good. Because whether my magic was practical or not, the nobles were busy criticizing my magic. To put it mildly, even a famous professor said that my magic was so ineffective that he even blocked the cadets who came to learn magic from me."
"… Why is the kidnapped person defending me?"
"It's okay. Rather than being threatened and forcibly dragged into a battlefield. I think the one who is collected by the owner is truly happy."
Isabelle, who was sitting next to the bed, looked back at me.
Let's quietly put our butts together and get in close contact. It had a nice, female-specific scent.
"Master does not regard me as a tool… They treated me like the same person."
"That was because you were obedient."
"Nobility rarely treats slaves kindly just because they are obedient. No, there isn't. Even if you are not obedient, you can use a whip, and if you threaten to destroy the circuit, I would have complied with any request even if you couldn't even resist."
"Actually, there is also something like that because you shared the Book of Knowledge… Hehe, it was the first time that someone gave me this kind of support… There is probably no master who would give such a dream-like item to a slave."
"Huh, what's with the snob at the end."
"Than the life I originally lived… A life lived under the master is much happier."
I definitely understood what she said.
Because when the nobles are harassing you, they won't give you the Book of Knowledge when it's all over.
I heard that wizards will do anything if their magic can get over walls.
So what they gathered was a cult, and the sunny version of it was the Magic Tower.
My desire and obsession with magic has become so strong that the master gives me something that I can't buy even with money, even if he just dumps years worth of knowledge on my head?
It's impossible not to love it.
"Huh… ."
Isabelle carefully took my hand and placed it on her collarbone and chest. He went down further and said to Isabelle with a small smile on his face while he was stuck in her skinny lower abdomen.
"You can do whatever you want, whether it's my first experience or not. If you want, I will go to your bedroom at night and practice first. I want to do something for my master. Please."
"…"
"I am truly fortunate and happy to have met you."
"I know you like me."
"Yes. I love you with all my heart. I hope my master needs me more. I want you to look at my humble body with a deep gaze. I hope you praise me more. Until I die… I hope you'll continue to be by my side."
"…"
The love that Isabel spoke of was a mixture of obsession and dependence.
School days when socialization takes place. Is it because I was bullied so much? Is it because I have lived my whole life surrounded by insults and discrimination, and an unreasonable sense of defeat has seeped into me?
As she has developed a lack of affection, she is deeply dependent and endlessly obsessed with me, who is the first person to acknowledge her work and the first person to meet and accept someone to vent out unfair and difficult emotions to.
To put it positively, he came to like me a lot.
To put it in a bad way, it was an affection that went against common sense.
Isabel certainly didn't have a bad appearance.
no. The unique hair, the noble appearance, etc.
Huge breasts that far exceeded those of the average woman, the curves of a slim waist that stood out above the thin fabric, and the marks of an ax gathered between her thighs. An easy-to-produce butt that looks like it would leave a pretty mark on your palm if you smacked it.
If I didn't have Amelia, I would have been obsessed with her every day without even asking. It was a body optimized for sex.
but… .
"…Isabelle, I'm sorry, but I have Amelia."
"…Ah."
Isabel sighs softly as if she has realized something.
"I… can't… at least be in the concubine's room… won't that work…? If only I could stay by your side even if I was forced into a sex slave…"
ah,
let me take her hand away
In an instant, Isabelle looked at her hands, now alone, with eyes filled with moisture, and then looked back at me.
For some reason, my eyes seem to be getting more and more tearful.
"… Then, master."
"uh."
"… … Master, I just need to try my best to make him like me, right?"